I know that a few weeks ago I maybe briefly mentioned something insignificant about the cutest ever Hungarian woman that allegedly inflicted unprecedented shock-and-awe damage on four male foosball egos and may have tip-toed on just how possibly hott that was, or something.
That was before I met Señor Tango.
Internet, Mr. Tango. Mr. Tango, Internet.
Tango, as I was unaware, is the mating dance of South Americans. Two dances in, and I felt compelled to begin smoking. Sure, dinner was nice. The vino fine. But that whole thing with the double breasted suits, flashy dresses, and that kung-fu foot-to-foot combat they call dancing, don’t you DARE bring Dancing with the Stars up in here. But we’re not here to compare pee-wee 7 year old soccer with the World Cup now, are we?
This is where I’d like to introduce you to the urinal with the bestest smelling breath.
And the hott Cuban. From now on, we’ll just call her Cuba. Not that this will develop into anything because I mean, c’mon, she’s Cuban. The last thing I need is to find her all washed up, dehydrated and sunburned, along the southern coast of Florida. Not that I'll be in the neighborhood anytime soon. But in the meantime, it’ll give my mom hope.
A few more fun-fun’s for you as the fall season rolls its way in.
That was before I met Señor Tango.
Internet, Mr. Tango. Mr. Tango, Internet.
Tango, as I was unaware, is the mating dance of South Americans. Two dances in, and I felt compelled to begin smoking. Sure, dinner was nice. The vino fine. But that whole thing with the double breasted suits, flashy dresses, and that kung-fu foot-to-foot combat they call dancing, don’t you DARE bring Dancing with the Stars up in here. But we’re not here to compare pee-wee 7 year old soccer with the World Cup now, are we?
This is where I’d like to introduce you to the urinal with the bestest smelling breath.
And the hott Cuban. From now on, we’ll just call her Cuba. Not that this will develop into anything because I mean, c’mon, she’s Cuban. The last thing I need is to find her all washed up, dehydrated and sunburned, along the southern coast of Florida. Not that I'll be in the neighborhood anytime soon. But in the meantime, it’ll give my mom hope.
A few more fun-fun’s for you as the fall season rolls its way in.
